Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thankful for...

I am truly thankful for....



Last year on Thanksgiving day, I gave myself injections of Follistim. We had to leave from Bobby's parents house early (like 5 am) on Friday to go have a dr appt with the u/s machine and blood work. I saw 6 follies that day only to have them reduce down each time I went AND then on IUI day... there were 2!! I felt so alone and I was scared that we would never have kids. I was talking about IVF and having to wait cause we would need a second mortgage or an equity line of credit on our house. Plus I knew that we would have to wait cause I wouldn't be able to take off everyday from school for the blood work and u/s.

Now a year later- I can't believe it.

I am thankful for my girls and thankful that they are healthy! I am thankful I am their mom! I am thankful because they are the cutest things I ever made! I am thankful that they are growing and smile and coo and all the wonderful stuff they do... because they are mine! I have SO much to be thankful for!!!


PS- I am also Thankful for Thanksgiving- my favorite holiday!! NO presents- just FOOD AND FAMILY!!!

Monday, November 2, 2009


Well before I get to my "real" post- here's some pics of the girls on their 1st Halloween.

"The Fam" (all I see is the inter tube of fat around my waist aka muffin top)

Girls with the pumpkins

Scary Ghost Lara and Spooky Spider Kristin

So this has been a long time coming.

I haven't been as good at posting since the girls were born because of alot of things. But mainly because I feel like I would be lying. Lying to you because of all the emotions I have had since I gave birth.

Honestly, since I have had the girls, I no longer feel like myself. I have lost a part of myself because of all the stuff going on. First, giving birth and the aftermath of having twins is the hardest thing I have ever done. After I delivered the girls vaginally, I had "things" to deal with. Mostly dealing with what goes on in the delivery room, the stuff we all knows happens but it is hard to take when it is you. It took me a few weeks to get over that.

Secondly, I underestimated how hard parenthood is. I didn't realize the sacrifices and how EXHAUSTING it is. At first, the lack of sleep and the weeks of having a few hours makes "Courtney think she is going crazy". I hear the girls crying even when they aren't crying, makes you wonder if I am going crazy, huh? Maybe a little postpartum depression??? I think so.... or not, maybe it is the lack of husband support.

Third, my husband and I are having ALOT of issues. I don't think we are on the same page. I feel like he doesn't so shit to help me. He has worked more overtime since the girls have been born than he has ever in his life. When my hubby works overtime he is gone for 72 hours straight, his normal shifts are 24 hours long, so overtime makes him be gone 3 days in a row. That's 3 days and 3 nights!!! Try doing that with twins alone! I did and it made me be a really ugly person. Then when he did come home, he did everything but be inside helping me. He has started to mow the neighbor's lawn too. He tore down our sun room to build the girls a playroom... cause really they need a playroom now, right? Seriously?? He never once came home after being gone for 24 hours, let alone 72 hours, and said "Honey, I realize you have been alone with them for "blank number of" hours. I got this. Take a shower or a nap, I see you are in the same clothes that you were in when I left "blank number of" days ago, here let me help you". After a huge screaming match- we came to a decision- he thinks I am ungrateful and crazy and I think he doesn't do shit to help me and that we will never have sex until he does. How's that?

Not to mentions that Kristin has Colic. She was having 4 crying/screaming episodes a day, lasting anywhere from 30 mins to 4 hours. GOOD TIMES!!!Wear that hat for days in a row. It was enough to make the Pope lose his shit and curse.

Put all that together and lack of sleep and feeling like I was "alone" and it makes for a pretty miserable person. In the middle of all that, Bobby wanted to take Reese to the vet and discuss "quality of life". I went and basically said that I wasn't putting the dog down anytime soon. Some days he is the only thing in the house that kept me from losing my shit.

It is getting better around the house- except Bobby still thinks he does more than the average man in helping with the babies- but I think it has more to do with the fact that I went back to work and I feel "normal". I may not be sleeping all the way through the night yet, but I like being out in "the real world". I am NOT Stay at Home Mom material, I am proud to admit that I am woman enough to admit that that is not a good thing for me. I look forward to picking the girls up from the sitter (who I was friends with in high school and her mom was my cheerleading coach in Rec league), so I don't feel guilty leaving them either. Being back at work makes me appreciate the time I do spend with them. I can handle Kristin's colic episodes better and that makes me feel like a better mom. Cause I wasn't feeling like I was a good one for the whole time they had been on this Earth.

So anyway, that's how I felt and I am sorry. But I felt like you needed an explanation on why I couldn't write about how wonderful everything was, cause for me it wasn't. I wanted to have a baby and I wanted to be pregnant and both were not what I thought it would be like... made me feel guilty and shitty about myself. I started thinking- maybe that was why I was "infertile" in the first place, maybe God knew I'd be a shitty ass mom and I fucked with it by going and getting pregnant.

Whatever it may be, I am glad to have my girls and everyday they amaze me. They are certainly the cutest things I ever made!